doondo said:Ozzy Osbourne and TBF???!!! If we're basing taste on absolute garbage, then I guess I’m a fan of The Rolling Stones, Eric Clapton, ZZ Top, Queen, Nick Cave, and the Ramones.
Oh, wait—I just realized I actually overlooked this legendary duo before. Daklem: Ozzy Osbourne is a total hillbilly, but you have to admit he can play. TBF is... well, let's just say it feels more like a piece of conceptual performance art.😁 You could probably lump them in with Cage.
doondo said:Ozzy Osbourne and TBF???!!! If we're calling those guys sellouts, then I guess I'm a sellout too because I actually like The Rolling Stones, Eric Clapton, ZZ Top, Queen, Nick Cave, and the Ramones.
The Stones being sellouts? Please. As for Clapton—I wouldn't say he is, though he isn't exactly the legendary guitarist everyone makes him out to be.😛 ZZ Top—with those faces they pull, there's no way in hell they could be considered sellouts under any circumstances. Queen—definitely not sellouts; those guys actually know how to play their instruments. Nick Cave—that doesn't even really fit into the "music" category in a traditional sense, so there's no point in even trying to judge him.😛 The Ramones—total sellouts.
Good grief, you've mixed everything up here.🙄 😛
----- I love Sting, and while I'm not a fan of Gib, he at least knows his craft (which, honestly, isn't always the case with artists here in the States).😁 I wouldn't label either of them as sellouts. And why? Just because they're mainstream?😕
Yoga has become nothing more than a trendy fad. When some girl claims most of her friends have taken up Yoga just to lose weight or get a better physique, it’s obvious we’re looking at a massive trend. Honestly, whenever I see those cliché, overly sentimental photos everywhere—you know the ones, girls in leggings twisting themselves into knots on a manicured lawn during a sunset—it’s clear this is all just about aesthetics. What actually concerns me, though, is who exactly is teaching these people? A single Swami certainly can't be running enough classes to meet this demand, and frankly, I have my doubts about the competence of most of these instructors. I once knew a girl who, while practicing Yoga and Pranayama, started experiencing serious psychological issues. She went to her instructor to talk about it, and the woman responded in that typical New Age style—with a smug, condescending expression, preaching about how everything is Divine and how everything will work out fine, blah blah blah. Meanwhile, the poor girl was in a state of total mental collapse. There are plenty of cases like this where people mess with their psyche and end up unable to cope with the fallout, yet these teachers haven't the slightest clue about the profound things they are messing with in people's minds.
Look, I’m not even hating on Metallica because they’re selling out or changing their sound... The truth is, they’re just a mediocre band. I never actually liked them to begin with (though, if I’m being honest, there are maybe two songs from their early days that I can tolerate). Coca-Cola doesn't know how to sing, and Judi doesn't know how to play an instrument. And frankly, they just keep getting worse with time.
An absolute masterpiece. I’ve got a digital copy on my hard drive, but honestly, the quality is so abysmal that half the screen is practically unwatchable—it’s just a mess of pixels and shadows 😢 Even with those technical flaws, I actually sat through the whole thing, which, if you think about it, says everything you need to know about how good the story really is.
A person living within the structure of society and a family has certain obligations to uphold. However, a true sannyasin shouldn't have any contact with money whatsoever. I’ve heard accounts of sannyasins who couldn't even find sleep if someone—without their knowledge—slipped a bill under their mattress while they were already resting. It’s quite profound when you think about it. If we attempt to deconstruct economics by its very nature, we cannot simultaneously tear apart our connection with God. It is a fundamental tension; the more material wealth we accumulate, the more we become gripped by it, desperately clutching at what we possess, struggling to protect it, and obsessively striving for even more. Yet, if one chooses to live a family life, then managing resources becomes a duty toward those close to us for whom we hold responsibility. Monasticism implies a total renunciation of the world, which is why a monk ought to have no ties to currency. Engaging in "economics," much like any other worldly pursuit, fosters a specific mental state, and for someone intended to serve as an exemplar of non-attachment, that simply isn't conducive. It isn't just about the individual; it's about the precedent set for others and the image they project to the world, even if the money itself doesn't cause them personal harm. Consequently, even in many large ashrams where organized financial management is a practical necessity, there is a tradition of delegating these affairs to a trusted lay disciple, ensuring the monks remain entirely removed from the process. And that is to say nothing of those who live as wandering sannyasins, sadhus, hermits, or avaduthes. The truth is that, formally, there is no such thing as personal ownership among the monastics within the Church. I believe that alone carries significant weight. Regardless of how wealthy a church might be—though whether that level of wealth is justified or even good is a separate debate entirely—I don't believe it has much to do with any specific monk. Unknown is a different matter altogether; they are permitted to maintain personal property. That is precisely why I struggle to see the purpose of celibacy for them; given their function and how they operate among the people, they essentially live as part of the world, but perhaps that is a topic for another time.
Strategy one—start rambling about how you’re actively hunting for a husband and begin treating every single "player" you encounter as if they are a serious candidate for marriage; honestly, that level of intensity should scare them off immediately. Strategy two—just casually drop hints that you’ve been dealing with some nasty sexually transmitted infection. Strategy three—start letting rumors swirl regarding some sort of secret gender reassignment surgery that happened during those dark, awkward teenage years.😲 Strategy four—simply refuse to ever shut your mouth. Brag about every trivial thing, insist on being the center of attention at all times, pick your nose, fiddle with your ears, scratch yourself in places you shouldn't, and belch every few minutes. In short, just behave like your average American man.😁 Strategy five—the whole "airhead" approach. It’s a double-edged sword because while it drives men away, it doesn't necessarily stop them from trying to get you into bed once in a while. Constantly drone on about hair trends or fashion accessories, then turn around and ask them questions about NFL stats or engine specs in a way that makes it painfully obvious you haven't the slightest clue what you're talking about—all while demanding they take you incredibly seriously. Mention your exes, talk about some hot guy from down the street, overreact to the smallest things, and basically have a hysterical meltdown over nothing.
I suppose that ought to be sufficient for now. If it doesn't work, we'll just have to improvise further.😉
Only if they undergo some sort of massive religious conversion😉 Though, honestly, I suspect a simple bicycle would get the job done; you wouldn't even need to make it all the way to the breakneck speed of a heavy-duty motorcycle😁
Dragonfly said:Just be careful that the hunter doesn't end up becoming the prey...😁 😁 😁 😛 😉
Occupational hazards😁
What kind of masochistic jerk are we talking about here??? It’s purely professional! Or perhaps just a specific brand of sadism fueled by religious fanaticism and deep-seated, repressed frustrations...😁 Witches🙄 Always thinking about sex🙂
briskrider8 said:pokisao ???? Personally, I think it’s absolutely brilliant!!! 👍
Maybe it's just a matter of personal taste... but if I'm being completely honest with you, that dog of yours looks straight-up clerical-fascist.😛
I actually have a little kitten here I could send his way—something to keep him occupied so he doesn't look quite so gloomy all the time.
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That collar is exactly how I pictured it, and honestly, I love the look on him. Clerical-fascist? Yeah, that hits the nail right on the head. That's exactly what it is.😛
Now, that is one beautiful cat, but considering how they used to hunt cougars back in the old days in Argentina—and this guy is a prime specimen of the breed...😉 He'd be perfect for hunting slaves, too. But I'm starting to get this nagging feeling that I should probably start training him to go after witches instead.😁
Paul Campbell3 said:hm, if I were to paint a bit of a picture for you: I’d be dancing wildly around a bonfire with a spear in hand, smearing myself in the hot blood of a freshly sacrificed fox, scrawling runes onto my thighs with charcoal, screaming at the top of my lungs, and then sinking my teeth right into someone's neck... just enough to actually feel something...
All of that is just child's play. If you truly want to get serious about getting even with someone (assuming we're talking about a man), just cast a few hexes so the guy ends up getting married. Now that is genuinely nasty.😉🙂 😁